The cell was a perfect cube of dark crystal, suspended in an endless black void. No windows, no doors, no gravity — only the faint hum of energy dampeners that kept my powers suppressed to a fraction of their strength. Chains of violet-black energy bound my wrists and ankles, holding me spread-eagled in the air. I could barely move. I could barely think straight.
I had been here for days. Maybe weeks. Time had lost all meaning.
Riftmaster's voice occasionally echoed through the chamber, taunting me.
"You thought you could play hero forever, Loverman? Look at you now. Broken. Alone. While your precious wife runs around trying to save a world that already belongs to me."
I didn't answer. I just stared at the floor, jaw clenched, trying to hold onto whatever dignity I had left.
The worst part wasn't the isolation.
It was the women.
They came regularly — beautiful, seductive, hand-picked by Riftmaster himself. Supermodels, influencers, women who had once cheered for the Super Couple. Now they were here to break me.
The first one was a tall, leggy blonde with porcelain skin and piercing blue eyes. She entered the cell wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that barely covered her body. She floated toward me, hips swaying, a sultry smile on her lips.
"Poor Alex," she purred, circling me slowly. "All alone. No Elena to save you. Let me make you feel better."
She pressed her body against mine — breasts soft against my chest, her hand sliding down to stroke my cock through the thin prison pants. I tried to pull away, but the chains held me firm.
"Don't touch me," I growled.
She laughed softly, lips brushing my ear. "Riftmaster wants you to submit. And I'm very good at making men submit."
She dropped to her knees, pulling my pants down. Her mouth was warm, skilled — tongue swirling around the head before taking me deep. I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the unwanted arousal. "Stop… I won't… I love Elena…"
The blonde hummed around me, sucking harder, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't take. "Elena isn't here. I am. Cum for me, hero. Let go."
I held out as long as I could, but the body betrayed the mind. I came with a choked groan — shame burning through me as she swallowed every drop, smiling up at me with triumph in her eyes.
"That's just the beginning," she whispered before leaving.
More came after her.
A curvaceous brunette with full lips and dark eyes straddled my face one night, her pussy already wet as she lowered herself onto my mouth. "Lick me," she commanded. "Make me cum and maybe Riftmaster will be kind to you."
I resisted — jaw clenched — but the chains forced my head forward. Her juices flowed freely as she ground down, moaning loudly. "Yes… good boy… deeper… taste how wet you make me." I hated every second, but my tongue moved against my will until she came hard, flooding my mouth.
Another night, two women worked together — one sucking my cock with expert precision, the other licking and sucking my balls. "He's getting hard again," one laughed. "Even trapped, his body knows who the real master is now."
I shouted Elena's name in my mind, trying to block them out, but the pleasure was relentless. They brought me to the edge over and over, only letting me cum when I was shaking with exhaustion and shame.
Every time, I felt like I was betraying Elena.
Every time, the guilt ate deeper.
Meanwhile, Elena was out there — alone.
She worked relentlessly, moving from shadow to shadow, using her teleportation and golden form to infiltrate Riftmaster's facilities. She rescued small groups of hostages — low-level officials, resistance fighters, ordinary people trapped in the new regime. But the major world leaders remained out of reach, heavily guarded in the Rift Citadel.
She trained harder than ever — pushing her powers to new limits, trying to find a weakness in Riftmaster's control. But the loneliness was crushing her too.
One night, after a failed attempt to reach the French President, she returned to our old safe house — now empty and cold without me. She sat on the bed we once shared, staring at the wall.
"Alex…" she whispered, voice breaking. "I'm trying. I'm so sorry. I miss you. I miss us."
Tears fell silently down her cheeks. She hadn't cried in weeks. The weight of the world — and the fear of losing me forever — was finally breaking through her resolve.
She didn't know I was being tormented daily.
I didn't know how close she was to giving up hope.
The Super Couple was fractured.
Riftmaster's empire grew stronger every day.
And the darkness closed in around both of us.